Zhu Houwei first asked Zhu Yan, "Is anything okay?" Shall I sing? Zhu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile, "Yes, yes, as long as it's my own new work." I don't know what kind of word card such a junior is going to sing? ”

Zhu Houwei shook his head, "I don't have a word card for this song, by the way, is there Zhongruan here?" As soon as the words fell, there was a whisper in the Wind Pavilion, but everyone deliberately lowered their voices, and it was not noisy.

The words of this era can be sung, and each word also has a word brand name, such as Linjiang Xian, Qinyuan Chun or something, but Zhu Houwei said that there is no word brand name, and everyone is a little curious. There is also the general singing, and the accompanying instruments are basically qin, guzheng, flute and flute, etc., and Zhongruan is rarely used.

Nguyen is the abbreviation of "Nguyen Xian", "Nguyen Ham Pipa". It is a plucked musical instrument, a kind of ancient lute. This was improved by a man named Ruan Xian during the Wei and Jin dynasties, hence the name. Ruan is divided into bass ruan, big ruan, middle ruan, small ruan, and high ruan. Zhongruan is a Chinese musical instrument, with a quiet, soft and poetic timbre, similar to Qin Qin, and often plays melody or sentence description in ensembles, with a moving effect; When used as an accompanist, the rich rhythmic variations can highlight the characteristics of the piece, and the use of more than two middle ruan divisions to play harmony in the orchestra will make the alto part of the plucked instrument group fuller. An important reason why Zhu Houwei chose Zhongruan is that Zhongruan's timbre is very similar to that of the guitar.

Zhu Yan had a lot to ask, but the efficient maid really got a handful of Zhongruan out of nowhere, so that Zhu Yan's words were pressed down, and she made a gesture of invitation, and asked Zhu Houwei to come to the stage to play.

Zhu Houwei nodded, walked up to the stage, and took Zhongruan and flicked it a few times to find a feeling. Immediately, some people in the audience laughed, and many others looked at Zhu Houwei in surprise. Why? Just because of this posture. Zhongruan, like the pipa, is to be held vertically in his arms, Zhu Houwei is different, but obliquely held on his chest, the same as the guitar of later generations.

Zhu Houwei is also used to seeing big scenes, and the reactions of everyone in the audience did not affect him, and he continued to focus on finding feelings. Suddenly, he raised his head and nodded at Zhu Yan with a serious expression, signaling that he was ready. Zhu Yan turned his head with a smile, pressed his hands down, and the audience quickly returned to calm.

At the beginning of the prelude, everyone also looked at Zhu Houwei attentively, I have never heard such a prelude, let's not talk about the good or bad, at least it is very innovative.

Then Zhu Houwei used a relatively low voice that had just come out of the voice change period

White snow drifts in the quiet villages, and pigeons fly under the gloomy sky. The birch tree engraved those two names, and they swore to love each other for the rest of their lives. One day, when the war reached his hometown, the young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier. Don't worry about me, sweetheart, wait for me to come back in that birch forest. The sky is still overcast and there are still doves flying, who will prove those love and life without tombstones. The snow was still falling, the village was still peaceful, and the young people were lost in the birch forest.

The bad news came that afternoon, and his sweetheart died on the battlefield in the distance. She silently came to the birch forest, and watched there every day. She said he was just lost in the distance and that he would definitely come to this birch forest. The sky is still overcast and there are still doves flying, who will prove those love and life without tombstones. The snow was still falling, the village was still peaceful, and the young people were lost in the birch forest. The long road was coming to an end, and the girl was already gray-haired. She often heard him call to the pillow, "Come on, dear, come to this birch forest",

She muttered as she died. "I'm coming, waiting for me in that birch forest."

Zhu Houwei's timbre is not very good. And this is the first time that everyone has heard of his pop music singing skills in a formal setting. The singing skills of this era are close to the national singing, the male voice is clear and clear, dignified, and the words are round, and the female voice is soft and tactful, just like the pipa covering the face makes people reminisce, but the common point is that the voice must be penetrating, otherwise it is difficult for people who are far away to hear.

Zhu Houwei's singing this time was quite good, listening to the silence in Fengge, everyone also listened to it really. After singing, the audience had mixed reactions, both positive and negative. There are many people who think that the lyrics are too simple, have no deep meaning, and can't be put on the stage, and the dear and sweetheart in the lyrics are too vulgar, which is simply a glamorous sound. Although in the boudoir, it is not uncommon for men and women to be called more fleshy than this, but you come to sing in public, this is your mistake. The most important point is that ancient Chinese marriage pays attention to the order of a parent, the words of the matchmaker, when it is the turn of young men and women to decide for themselves, isn't this a private meeting, it is against etiquette, it is simply a big rebellion.

Of course, this is the opinion of most men, and the group of young ladies who are sitting on the side, at this time, many people are red-eyed, and some of them are even more delicate in wiping their tears with handkerchiefs.

Zhu Houwei's singing has many shortcomings in both this era and later generations, but one thing that is very good is that he sings emotionally, and seems to be telling a story in a subdued tone, and this story touched the more sensual girl in the boudoir. It is the sentimental spring girl, such a story different from the talented and beautiful woman can be regarded as scratching their itch. For the sake of love and commitment, keep it all your life, let these girls can't help but substitute themselves, and then it is a kind of touching, and the washing of the soul arises spontaneously.

In the beauty group in the audience, even the ignorant Zhu Xiuning and the always strong Bai Yulian shed tears, from this aspect, Zhu Houwei's performance was still very successful.

Zhu Houwei watched everyone in the audience thinking about their own thoughts, so he handed Zhongruan to the red-eyed maid and left quickly. Such a new style of music, as soon as it appears, there will definitely be many objections, Zhu Houwei didn't have time to listen to these, so he hurriedly stepped off the stage and walked outside the Tingfeng Pavilion.

After putting on their shoes, Zhu Yancai on the stage walked quickly and asked loudly, "Please leave your name." ”

Zhu Houwei ignored him and walked away. At this time, the next person sat down from the stage, stroked his palm, and suddenly realized: "It turned out to be His Royal Highness King Fu." There was also a burst of surprise in the Listening Wind Pavilion, and the people near the left asked the man who had just spoken out and Zhang Liyuan about Zhu Houwei's identity, Zhang Liyuan was suddenly miserable, and regretted not going with his cousin. Zhu Houwei's identity was confirmed, although Zhu Houwei basically did not appear among the literati and scholars, and had little intersection with the courtiers, but there were always a small number of people who knew him.

Taking advantage of the noisy crowd, Zhu Houzhao and his wife pulled Zhu Xiuning, who was a little reluctant, except for listening to the wind pavilion, and if they didn't leave, they would be found hiding in the crowd.

Out of Suzhuang, the Zhu Houzhao brothers and Bai Yulian in the carriage were relieved, but Zhu Houwei was immediately besieged by his sister and sister-in-law, "Second brother, when did you make a tune, why don't you sing it to me, I love you so much." Zhu Houwei "glared angrily", who hurts whom, no big or small. "Hou Wei will be at the age of two years, you can choose and choose first, and then it will be a matter of course. It seems that my mother-in-law and I are going to be busy in the past two days, and the people who enter the palace to deliver portraits are absolutely indispensable, and Hou Wei's life events are not sloppy. What she said seemed to be very kind, but the playful expression on Bai Yulian's face made Zhu Houwei feel that this sister-in-law was quite dark-bellied, and there was no way, so she smiled bitterly.

Zhu Houzhao watched his younger brother being besieged with a smile on the side, and stroked his chin with his left hand The "long beard" that was no more than three centimeters long, no way, prince, how to convince people with virtue without a bit of majestic appearance.

In addition to Zhu Houzhao's family, there was another person who also came out of Suzhuang. In the carriage, the young man casually asked, "How's the preparation going?" A man in his forties and fifties, dressed as a butler, replied, "Childe, you are almost ready, and you can make the trip in five days at most." The young man smiled and said, "That's good, it's okay to be safe and stable, you can come out and stir up the rain by yourself, and you can't find the real culprit if something happens, hehe, hahaha." I always stay in the yard and my body is about to rust, I really miss the woman last time, it's so wonderful. The butler listened with a blank face. Some violent wind blew up the curtains of the car window, revealing a slightly distorted but still looking like Pan An's young face - Liu Xuan.

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